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Post by Dewy6 on Dec 3, 2010 20:26:23 GMT -8
The setting sun filtered through cracks in the ceiling like water pouring into the Clock room, lighting the floor with a mosaic of color. On the floor was a red stitchpunk with a vine like pattern on his fragile fabric, a small book sitting open in front of him, dappled with the rays of light seeping into the room. Propping his head up with his gold hand, he lay on his stomach, eyes following each line of print with a rather bored expression. The book was small as book go, but he was still able to stretch his body across the page.
As usual, the hood on his short blue poncho was up to shadow his face. To be honest, he had read this book many times already. It was one of the few already in the Clock Tower that was small enough to move easily, so he often went back to it, too lazy to try and move the bigger ones.
Reaching the end of the page, the silk doll moved to turn the page just as the clock struck twelve. He jumped slightly, still not used to the loud noise. Ever since the clock had been fixed, it never failed to toll at twelve. Irritated that his reading was distracted, the red stitchpunk turned back to his book and began to read again.
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Post by jenzel on Dec 5, 2010 3:00:25 GMT -8
It wasn't the young stitchpunk's favourite place to visit, and he wasn't her favourite choice of company but things always began to slow down around this time of day and she had yet to find someone who wouldn't send her scurrying away with harsh words. They would hiss and tell her to go back to her post -which she had forgotten the location of- or do some useful work for once.
She missed the days of hiding under tables to record the dealings between the Clocktower's clients, never once realising what they were up to as it was nothing but a game to the dirty stitchling.
The clang of the bell brought a grin to her face, it was a new and interesting sound she'd never gotten the chance to store as of yet. This time she'd been prepared and had the side of her head pressed against the wall to record it. With so many of the Clocktower's occupants working deep within the building and without windows they would be completely unaware of the time and she would enjoy seeing them panic and scatter to catch up with what they thought were missed appointments...
With a quiet thud, she leapt back down from the ledge and into one of the many 'dens' of the Clocktower. She hated them, feared them. Nasty, nasty places.
Even if they were pretty comfy and looked quite nice.
Unfortunately, she wasn't alone to relax.
Fortunately, was there really a better opportunity to preview her newly acquired sound? It wasn't every day that she found someone deeply immersed in a book... unsuspecting...
The stitching's only sound as she crept up on him was the faint creak of her limbs, and a muffled pop and whirr as she clicked the sound chip into place and ready to be amplified.
A short giggle, and a clang.
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Post by Dewy6 on Dec 5, 2010 18:10:11 GMT -8
24 tried to continue with his reading, but he became aware of another presence in the room with him, the quiet creaks and giggles as his evidence. The stranger didn't make their existence obvious, so he figured they were just looking around. He carried on, optics following the words on to the next page. However, after a moment, the visitor appeared to be getting closer. Another louder giggle could be heard, irritating 24's concentration like a small annoying rash on the back of his eyes.
"You know, if you really must make a racket, you'd best do it someplace far away from here," he stated, turning the page of his book. He really was in no mood to be interrupted; on the other hand, if the newcomer was someone of interest, he might just have to put on a happy face and see if he could obtain anything of value, be it information or possessions.
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Post by Dewy6 on Dec 23, 2010 21:01:43 GMT -8
Uh, anyone's welcome to join *flails arms in hope of keeping thread alive*
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 1, 2011 9:21:29 GMT -8
( I hope I'm not intruding! )[June] - [The Tailor]
With an awed expression, June trudges further into the Clock tower. It was his first time there, and he was pretty impressed by the place. He had just recently joined the Racketeers, and was quite pleased with what he saw.
His feet clicked softly against the floor tiles. His movements were graceful, but not too fast as he made his way further into the building. His optics took in each and every feature. His long black hair rested against his back, while a few stands rested on his shoulders.
Far ahead, he saw to figures. The other one was sprawled on the floor, reading a book, where as the other one was... Giggling rather noisily. Then... The clock struck. June jumped a little and turned to face the entrance, though, he did not flee. It must've been the clock, he thought to himself.
He turned back around to face the two dolls ahead. The one reading the book seemed to snap.
"You know, if you really must make a racket, you'd best do it someplace far away from here."
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Post by Schnikeys on Feb 1, 2011 9:34:40 GMT -8
(Is one OC allowed to be in multiple threads, or is that not allowed?)
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Post by setsup on Feb 1, 2011 16:07:09 GMT -8
OOC - Yes, you can be in multiple threads. All we ask is you know your own limits and don't stretch too thin ^^
Also, you're thinking of jumping into the Clocktower, which is Racketeer territory. If your character isn't a Racketeer, don't be surprised if the welcome isn't warm.
On that note, I see June is a Racketeer now, Niina. I'll move his profile to the right section.
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 1, 2011 16:39:48 GMT -8
Alright, thank you! And sorry for not letting you know.
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 1, 2011 16:42:31 GMT -8
No, no, you are welcome here!! 24 finishing scolding the little intruder when he noticed someone else had entered the room as well. What is this, a party? He sighed with exasperation and drummed his yellow fingers on the page he had yet to finish reading. Perhaps he should just find some other place to bring his book, to get some peace and quiet. Letting his annoyed gaze drift to the door, his expression turned to one of smug recognition. Wasn't this the guy from the Shops, the one taking scraps of fabric? "Well, nice to see you again." Maybe if they just ignored the little impish stitchpunk, she'd just go away. Then 24 could kick out June, too, and continue.
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 1, 2011 17:07:04 GMT -8
"Well, nice to see you again."
June halted and blinked before recognizing the speaker. Oh! It's the one from the shops. He smiled sheepishly and walked over to him. He took note that even though he was laying on the floor, he appeared to be taller than him. Though, not by much. June was only 6 inches tall.
Then something hit him. If he was in The Clocktower, then... He must be a Racketeer too!
"I see that you're reading," he said, "I hope I'm not bothering you... Though, I have a feeling that I am."
June stood by the maroon colored doll, though, he stood a good distance away. He didn't want to be invading his space. He crossed his arms across his chest and tapped his fingers against his arm.
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 2, 2011 17:51:25 GMT -8
At least he has enough common courtesy to give me some personal space. His irritation at being interrupted again subsided slightly. Turning onto his side and resting his head on a hand, 24 put on a little smile and replied, "Oh no, you're not bothering me at all." It was difficult to tell whether the red stitchpunk was being sardonic or not.
Coming to the conclusion that June must also be a Racketeer, for he wasn't being escorted by anyone, or attacked for that matter, the seducer wiped some dirt off the page he was reading. This meant that he probably shouldn't steal anything from the taller doll, which put him out, quite frankly. "Have you been at the Clocktower long?"
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 3, 2011 12:18:39 GMT -8
"Oh no, you're not bothering me at all."
June smiled. He was glad. He didn't like to be a bother. He watched 24 wiped some grime off the page that he had been reading. June then looked at the floor.
He could spot a few flecks of dirt here and there, nothing major.
"Have you been at the Clocktower long?"
At the question, the doll looked at the other Racketeer. He scratched the back of his head. Ah, where could he begin? He used to be a Lone back when his brother used to be alive, but after his death, life didn't go too well...
"Well, this is actually my first time being here," he admitted, a bit shamefully even thought there was nothing to be ashamed of, "and you? How long have you been here?"
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 3, 2011 19:12:03 GMT -8
"Well, don't get lost; it's a bit of a labyrinth." 24 gave a little chuckle, although he himself had only recently memorized the confusing puzzle of crossing hallways and spiral staircases. Smirking at June's peculiar embarrassed reaction, he shrugged at the query. "A while. I don't really stop to count the days, but the Racketeers aren't too old a group yet, so not long I suppose."
Deciding he probably wouldn't get some peace of mind for a while, the patterned stitchpunk stood up off the book and stretched his arms up for a moment, artificial joints creaking after having been in the same position for so long. He grasped the cover of the book, grunting with the effort of pulling the pages shut for even though it was a small book, he was also a small, fragile model.
Putting his hands on his hips, he sauntered over to June. "Maybe I could show you around," suggested 24, gold optics blinking slowly.
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Post by brokenbox on Feb 4, 2011 16:00:19 GMT -8
"Well, don't get lost; it's a bit of a labyrinth." He heard 24 chuckle.
The feeling of uncomfortable began to settle in June's core. Was this place really that big? He knew no one, besides 24, that lived here. But he couldn't cling to him all the time.
A sudden pang of loneliness hit him. He missed his brother. The two were inseparable. His brother was bold and strong, he often fought, which June would always scowled at. He'd always end up sewing the tears and rips close. And seeing that the both were made out of silk, it wasn't easy.
"A while. I don't really stop to count the days, but the Racketeers aren't too old a group yet, so not long I suppose."
June was snapped out of his thoughts at 24's statement. He smiled a little. So, the Racketeer's have not been around that long. He nodded and then looked around, the feeling of remorse and longing eased a bit. But only a bit.
24 walked over to him, hands on his hips. June turned to face him.
"Maybe I could show you around," he suggested.
June blinked once, twice, trice.
"R-really?" he stumbled, quite joyed at the offer, "I'd like that, that is, if you want to!"
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Post by Dewy6 on Feb 6, 2011 16:06:03 GMT -8
Maker, this guy was actually kind of cute! His little blinks and innocent response made 24 silently snicker. Clearing his throat, he replied, "Yeah, of course I want to!" He grabbed June's arm, enthusiastically dragging him back towards the hallway.
They entered to huge stone hall, filled with decaying human decorations and broken tools. Leading the way, 24 asked, "So, why did you join the Racketeers? Got any special abilities?" He walked closely to June, still clinging to his elbow like a barnacle on a boat.
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